Chapter 127: I Will Chop You Up and Feed You to the Dogs Tonight

Di Jiuzhuo, accompanied by Di Xing and his men, waited for his arrival at the entrance of the main castle. The interior and exterior of the castle were brilliantly illuminated, as if a colossal night-pearl were lighting up the surroundings, casting a glow that rivaled the brightness of high noon.

Di Xing brought out a cobalt-blue armchair for him, and he sat there, sipping the latest vintage of wine.

Huangpu Shenqing watched, his eyes filled with seething rage, as the culprit remained composed and continued to drink, while his own beloved girl lay helpless in a hospital bed. A surge of violent fury possessed him. "Bring me a gun."

"Sir?" Di Xing looked at Huangpu Shenqing, who stood five meters away pointing a weapon at them, his heart gripped by fear and anxiety.

Di Jiuzhuo set down his glass, stood up, and met the muzzle of the gun head-on. "If you kill me, she will never get the antidote."

Huangpu Shenqing walked toward him step by step, his overwhelming aura enveloping the space, radiating a destructive, earth-shattering fury. "Did I not warn you never to touch her?"

Di Jiuzhuo remained nonchalant. "Is that so? But I have already touched her."

As the words left his lips, Huangpu Shenqing fired a shot into his shoulder without a moment's hesitation.

"Hiss."

"Huangpu Shenqing, how dare you?"

"Sir!" Di Xing drew his own weapon, pointing it at Huangpu Shenqing.

Both factions quickly assumed combat stances, their guns trained on each other.

"Where is the antidote?" Huangpu Shenqing shifted his aim toward the other shoulder. Di Xing kept his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

Clutching his wounded shoulder, Di Jiuzhuo remained defiant. "There is no antidote." Fearing that Huangpu Shenqing might actually pull the trigger a second time, he added, "The 'Addictive Lure' powder is something I just developed; I haven't formulated an antidote for it yet."

Huangpu Shenqing’s eyes turned blood-red, a sign of a beast losing control, and his demeanor grew even more sinister. "So, you didn't even prepare an antidote, yet you poisoned her?"

He dropped his gun and landed a vicious punch on the other man’s delicate, vein-mapped face.

"Sir!" Just as Di Xing was about to fire at Huangpu Shenqing, he was subdued by Mo Lin and Mo Yi with lightning speed, pinned to the ground, and rendered unable to move. Mo Yi ordered his men to disarm everyone behind Di Jiuzhuo, suppressing them one by one to ensure they had no capacity to resist.

Huangpu Shenqing proceeded to beat Di Jiuzhuo mercilessly, leaving his face bloodied and his abdomen and back covered in bruises. Blood from the gunshot wound on his arm flowed incessantly, soaking the ground and staining the precious marble foundation.

The night was heavy and the evening wind carried the pungent scent of blood. Only when Di Jiuzhuo had lost the strength to fight back did Huangpu Shenqing stop.

"Master, what should be done with them?" Mo Lin stepped forward to ask, gesturing toward the bodyguards.

Huangpu Shenqing swept his gaze over the men, who were trembling as if being hunted by wolves. "Dispose of them all. Consider it the price for Ninth Master’s 'careless' poisoning."

Di Jiuzhuo spat out a mouthful of blood, his malicious eyes fixed on him. "If you dare kill them, I will ensure Shangguan Renran dies tonight."

Huangpu Shenqing kicked him hard. "Then I will chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs tonight."

"Finish them all."

"Yes."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The brutal sound of gunfire rang out in succession. All the bodyguards fell into pools of blood, unable to struggle, as if they were nothing more than ants crushed underfoot, without a shred of mercy.

The smell of blood grew thicker, permeating the endless, dark night, crushing the nerves of all present. The castle seemed to transform into a terrifying, eerie tomb. The servants in the castle were too frightened to even weep; they could only clamp their hands over their mouths, their eyes wide with terror.

Aside from the housekeeper and the other servants, who remained unharmed, the suppressed Di Xing was also spared for the moment.

"Take them to the castle laboratory," Huangpu Shenqing commanded.

"Yes."

He stood over Di Jiuzhuo like a Yama from the depths of hell. "Di Jiuzhuo, listen well: if you cannot develop the antidote, I will chop you into pieces, turn you into medicine, and feed you to them."

The servants huddled together, shivering and trembling, fearing they might be the next to face such an execution. Mo Lin released his grip on Di Xing, and the group headed toward the laboratory.

Di Xing found gauze and iodine to roughly dress Di Jiuzhuo’s wounds. "Sir?"

"Heh," Di Jiuzhuo muttered deeply. "Don't worry, I won't die yet."

He found the life-saving pill he had developed himself and swallowed it, immediately staunching the flow of blood. He walked to the laboratory bench and began fiddling with his instruments, ignoring the gunshot wound in his shoulder.

"Addictive Lure" was a powder he had recently developed, with a complex and obscure chemical structure. He had originally intended to make Huangpu Shenqing taste the bitterness of suffering and to avenge the punch he had received. He never expected to fall into the man's hands instead.

Due to the shortage of ingredients and the complexity of the drug's properties, it was impossible to formulate an antidote in such a short time.

The long, boundless night passed in this manner.

Huangpu Shenqing waited all night without receiving a result. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stared gloomily at the person in front of the laboratory bench. He was tempted to shoot him just to be sure he wasn't playing tricks.

Di Jiuzhuo endured the pain of his wounds, having spent half the night researching, yet he was still missing a few ingredients. He walked up to Huangpu Shenqing. "I need to go find the ingredients for the formula, and I need to have this bullet removed. You don't want me to die before I’ve developed the antidote, do you?"

Huangpu Shenqing lowered his eyes, his thoughts unreadable. "Mo Yi."

"Yes, President?"

"You will follow him. Whatever he needs, you provide. I am going back to the hospital."

"Yes," Mo Yi acknowledged respectfully.

Di Jiuzhuo looked on with a playful expression, his gray-blue eyes also bloodshot from the long night. "I never imagined that the legendary Young Master Huangpu could be so sentimental, hmm?"

Huangpu Shenqing’s piercing gaze fell upon him. "You had better pray that you can develop the antidote. Otherwise, I will make you taste every poison in this world before I chop you into pieces to be distilled into medicine."

Di Jiuzhuo gave a cold laugh and left with Di Xing to find the medicine. Mo Yi followed with dozens of men.

"Ring, ring..."

The quiet laboratory was disrupted by a sharp, persistent phone ringtone, grating on everyone's nerves.

"Big Brother?" Huangpu Shenqing answered the call.

Lin Yan’s furious voice came from the other end. "Huangpu Shenqing? What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? It’s one thing to send your headquarters' forces across the world, but why are you using prohibited weaponry? Is your life too long? Are you trying to offend the entire world?"

"Big Brother, I bombed Di Jiuzhuo's castle."

"Di Jiuzhuo? Why?"

"He touched Ranran."

There was a silence on the other end, but that single sentence made Lin Yan fall quiet. After a long while, he finally spoke. "How is your sister-in-law?"

"She is in a coma. I am forcing Di Jiuzhuo to formulate an antidote."

"You fool! By making such a blatant, bombastic attack, aren't you playing right into his hands? In less than three days, the World Federation will definitely send allied forces. What will you do then? Have you even considered what you will do? Are you just acting out of a moment’s impulse?"